It is cold and windy, and I have a snoring cat in my chair. I did find a name for my next pup.
Read that as "Got my bra off at daycare.
Hope you can de stress soon, though.
The only Captain I’ve ever fallen for was Morgan.
When I start exploring my wee jungle, I plan to document before I dig for anything. (Photos with GPS data.) And, in the unlikely event that I find a treasure trove, I plan to turn the site over to the local university archaeology department. Not a high probability event, but…
(Local U is conducting digs at nearby Camp Lawton, a short-lived Civil War POW camp. Interesting findings.)
Speaking of unearthing the past: my first husband’s mom just called me. She has some jewelry and stuff that I had given to my oldest daughter, who has now cut ties with all of us. I asked former MIL to please give my wedding jewelry to her son, to handle as he pleases. Give the new in box mixer I bought for daughter’s cancelled wedding to my former sister in law, who married this summer. And please return my mom’s wedding ring.
Daughter 1.0 has cut ties with the whole family, and I think it’s fair to return or re-home these things, versus expecting her grandmother to hold them. (And it was pretty nice of former MIL to ask. She and I didn’t have a great relationship back in the day. We do okay now.)
I may be wrong, but I was asked what to do with stuff, and that seems logical.
cookie, my dad used to go through change like you do (he collected coins until my sister got into them and used them to play store). He used to find a steel penny every few years.
sari, Nelson gets excited when we turn at the stoplight to go to the dog park and whines a bit. Once we turn into the drive, he will bark.
Irked, came home, walked the dog. I need to cut 40 dog ears from felt tonight for the heathen children’s craft Sunday (they’re making candy cane Olive the other reindeer to go with their story and regular candy cane reindeer. ). Shouldn’t take too long.
Well, someone had an exit strategy.
We had a meeting today (some of us attended by phone), and our administrative assistant of 16 years got an offer she couldn’t refuse. She’s leaving at the end of the month.
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Somewhere, I have a stack of Zimbabwe million dollar notes, courtesy of my former boss. I should totally use those to bribe the kids into cleaning the kitchen or something.
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When I get my metal detector, I intend to use the GPS function on my phone to mark sites before I dig for anything. If I have beginner’s luck and find a lot, I’ll contact the local university and offer a dig site. (The archaeology department is currently doing a big dig at Camp Lawton - a short-lived Civil War POW camp about 40 miles north of here.)
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Speaking of digging up the past… My first husband’s mom called earlier. Eldest daughter left a bunch of stuff at her house before joining a commune, and MIL is trying to sort it all out. I told former MIL that, as far as I’m concerned: the nice stand mixer can go to my sister in law, as a belated wedding gift. The jewelry my ex husband gave me can be returned to him, or whatever his mom prefers. And I’ll send postage to return my mom’s wedding band to me or my mom, as MIL prefers.
3 is a weird situation…
Mostly I get the billions and trillions from a Pastor I work with; a sort of gift for all the stuff I send over to him. I always keep 4-10 in my wallet for those odd times when I want to be a little odd. Great for bar bets (I’ll bet a billion dollars he doesn’t make that kick), giving to kids, adding to real tips in US dollars (anyone ever tip you ten billion dollars?) ---- just all kinds of foolishness. I’ve even used them at Da Jungle to bribe coworkers (there’s a billion dollars in it if you get pallet G46 closed now) and some have treasured them. One guy who left the Old Place for where we are now actually still had his in his wallet behind the picture of his wife. Used right they are just damn fun.
Howdy Y’all! I adulted more today. Two days in a row! I should get a reward for that I think. Tomorrow I shall not adult. Well, except that I have to pack for my overnight stay Firday night, which means I have to pack appropriate bein’ in the public attire for Sattidy. So I guess I do adult some tomorrow. Drat!
Butters since you’re goin’ to be rich, can we come live with you?
MOOOOOOM I have a feelin’ people do still fall for that stuff. One of life’s rules is, “never underestimate the number of stoopid people.”
Even if BE is PC-literate, unless he rotates the display often, he may forget the magic key combo to set things upright. So, rotate the display, then rotate the monitor to match, leaning it against whatever will safely hold it up. (No need for a silly prank to turn into breaking equipment)
I’m waiting patiently for Big River to get a big generator to me. Losing a fridge full of food and being unable to comfortably stay in my house for a few days thanks to the power company’s antics was irritating. Now I just need to contemplate getting a proper transfer switch so at the next PSPS (sounds like they’re calling a cat, but it stands for Public Safety Power Shutoff) I just plug the generator into a special socket outside and flip a couple switches to have fridges and furnace running.
Evening all. Xmas shopping has been completed, mostly on-line with a short trip to wal-Mart (for a restaurant card. Computer has been way slow tonight, almost glad I’m getting a new one come the new year.
Everyone take care now.
You look so cute in them thar knee pants Swampy. Adulting is overrated. (:))
**Beck **- **swampy **doesn’t wear knee pants. He wears a gold lamé thong and a tube top. I will now pause so you can get some brain bleach… :eek:
When I was watching the news last night, the anchor mentioned that Christmas was 3 weeks from yesterday. This time marching forward stuff is out of control!!! Like a week from today is my last day. And Tuesday is **FCD **& my 36th anniversary. And next Saturday is the company Christmas party that I intend to crash, even tho I’ll be retired by then. 
Roxy’s gift should be delivered today - I got her a mini-trampoline that has a bar she can hold while she jumps. She’s gonna love it! She’ll also get some money in her savings account - everyone else will be giving her all kinds of *stuff *- my mom already started her a Highlights for Children subscription!
Some other stuff I ordered is due next week - not gifts, just stuff we needed. And one other order will be delayed till January, but still, not a gift and not something I need right now, so no sweat.
Man, how boring is that???
Happy Thursday!
Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up and caffeinatin’. YAWN ‘Tis 37 Amurrkin out and clear with a predicted high of <snerk> 69! <snerk> and mostly N.O.S. for the day. I was a slugabed until seven-fifteen this mornin’! :eek: Today I shall prepare myself for tomorrow’s trip. Rah. Sup shall be sketties ‘n meatballs, sallit, and cheesey garlic bread. YUM! I could go take care of a couple of things today that would require me to don bein’ about the public attire. Or not. I really don juana!
MOOOOOOM you know I only wear that on formal occasions. 
Now I need more caffeine and rumbly tummy demands sustenance. Then, onward into the day!
Happy Thursday Y’all!
So it looks like Mooommm’s post retirement career is in the weight loss business; I know I’m not consuming any calories this morning. :mad:
Morning all. Doesn’t look like I have any excuse to go outside today, even if it is going to get to 61F according to the weather reports. Just as well, some cleanup in the kitchen is needed and I can finish binge-reading the last two years of a webcomic archive I’ve been catching up on.
Since I was gone much of last week, haven’t compiled enough garbage to make it worth taking the can out to the curb. Next week will be fine.
FCM, it seems the years go way to fast these days.
spidey, hang in there, you can overcome this…
Peaches, good luck on the metal hunting. I doubt any of Sherman’s men went out to picnic (the neighbors were not happy with them, afterall), but scouts and skirmishers might have been deployed from the main column so it’s worth a look…and you might find stuff you never thought would be there (old metal objects, Jimmy Hoffa…)
All y’all take care.
Nah, Jimmy Hoffa is under the old Sheraton on Wilmington Island…
Happy Thorsday!
It’s cold outside. There were a few flurries while we were at the park, and I just got a message it’s snowing in the next town over.
Yesterday was a frustrating, irritating day and I expect for today to be more of the same.
Here at irk of course. It’s just me and one other today as I sent one of my employees to help prepare for the annual tree lighting tonight.
I had a low tire pressure light come on due to our little 60F cold snap so I had all the tires topped off but the blasted light did not go off so in a bit I shall run it to the dealership for them to figure out that light. It drives me crazy.
While I am out and about I shall go and purchase candy since the girls have candy dishes on their desks and have been purchasing candy with their own money. I shall let the government pay for some candy. I also need to make a trip to the dollar store to get some gift bags for the single sailor program. Gah I just remembered that. I told my lone girl today that I will run by Taco Hell for some lunch too. I have a fair amount of running around to do.
Happy Thursday
Jungle boots, bug repellent, MACHETE, and gloves!
Seriously, veteran metal detector people wear at least one knee pad (two would not be improper), and carry either a digging knife or garden trowel. You’ll need some kind of sack to hold your discoveries.
Lesson in terminology: people who metal detect find a preponderance of “leaverite.” This is junk, trash, and uselessness, such as bottle caps, pull tabs, and “gasp” needles. “Leaverite” stands for “leave 'er right there.”
~VOW
LUNCH BREAK!! My brain is on the verge of major fryage. Brent is on The List!!
I wish I’d thought about my departure sooner - I could have started filling the desk drawers with assorted packets of condiments from carry-outs. No, I’m not going to go steal a bunch. I’ll figure something out. I do know he likes York Peppermint Patties, so that will be his nice gift.
Next big decision - what to make for supper…
Oh, and I lied - ooops! Our anniversary is Moanday. I just can’t brain today…